PSK Redux: This Joint is Jumpin’

From Tod Hunter’s Red Notebook – PSK redux: This joint is jumpin’. When I walk up to Sardo’s, the smoking lounge is in full force and I catch up with Steve Nelson and Jay Moyes… Sunny Lane walks up, poses for a picture in the classic flashing pose, which still looks good even though she is dressed under the open jacket…

Lynn LeMay walks by, as does Devyn Devine… Inside I see Don Hollywood and Pam Anderson… Lisa Sparxxx… Ric Williams at the center booth, some mainstream tourists at the other U-shaped booth, the J-shaped booth is reserved for Mofo. Seymore Butts and Lighthouse Talent have the platform… Konnie has some vacant seats at her table, and Steve and I can sit there until her friends come. Good enough… He orders a cup of coffee, I order a Diet Coke. We’re working…

Amber Peach… Somebody finishes the Way We Were. Kristin says “If you want to commit slow suicide, watch that movie.”… Sunny and Steve talk about the Tampa show. Looks like they had fun. “She was in the pool, naked, and said ‘C’mon in.’ Next thing I knew, my clothes were in a pile and I was in the pool.” I can see that…

Sinnamon Love walks by, sees Steve, starts to talk with him, then recognizes me with a start of surprise… Our drinks come. The coffee is okay, but there’s booze mixed with the Diet Coke. Which I wouldn’t mind most of the time, but I gotta take notes and keep my wits about me. I flag the waitress down and say “There seems to be booze in this” and she is apologetic: “I thought you said Jack and Coke.” She replaces it immediately, and apologizes some more. I try to reassure her that I do drink, but I have to work tonight, but she is distraught, having visions of a recovering alcoholic falling off the wagon. I’m not sure she ever accepted my assurances that it was really okay…

Roy Karch, wanting to write something down, asks to borrow my pen. We both laugh, because he’s always borrowing my pen. I even gave him his own Parker T-ball Jotter so he could write something down when he couldn’t find me. He doesn’t have it… He did, however, bring his harmonica, and adds complementary back-up to a blues song… April joins us. She was at the Tampa show too. She’s very excited because “I got my Adella award” for Best Publicist… Konnie croons her way through a song as Sunny Lane and Tia Sweets dance behind her… Sonny Malone joins us. “That slowdown in production? They forgot to tell me. I have five freelance projects going right now. I’ve been here five minutes and another guy asked me to edit something.”… A guy in a smashed-down hat looks like Scatman Crothers, but he probably isn’t…the lines of demarcation continue, with the amateurs at the bar behind the brass rails… Kristin leads a sing-along on the refrain line “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier”…

April and I start talking about Nashville. I’ve never been there, but I saw the movie. She recently watched a Grand Ole Opry show from the wings of the stage. I ask her if she saw the six-foot center of the stage that was taken from the stage of the old Ryman Auditorium, home of the Opry for some 40 years before they moved to the new house. She didn’t see it… Bet she looks for it next time… Lexi Lamour is here. Haven’t seen her in a while. Her shirt is open and she is wearing a bra decorated with embroidery. I keep looking at it, and I realize it’s gotta be the bra, I’ve seen her naked before… Tee Reel… I join Lynn and Devyn on the platform, chat with them for a few minutes… Devyn writes down her web addresses for me. I tell her I’ll check ’em out… The occasional limbo contest starts. April hugs Hal Sparks. Haven’t seen him in a while… Lisa has liberated an 18-inch stand-up of Seymore Butts from the platform. She licks its ear as her friend takes a picture… Hal Sparks takes the mic for Def Leppard’s Rock of Ages. A contingent of pornchicks dance as he sings, closing the night as the lights come up and the cheery song “Get the fuck out” plays…

PSK is every Tuesday at Sardo’s in Burbank, 259 North Pass in Burbank, just off the 134.Tod Hunter